Nephew!
I'd feel too old being your dad, Dong Qi thought, but he didn't dare voice it, fearing future retribution.
Dong Qi was also a shrewd man, well aware that he was now Chu Hao's servant and a single careless act could render him an idiot.
Dong Qi quickly said, "Yes, yes! I am Chu Hao's nephew. In the mountains, my seniority is much lower than his."
Rural seniority was the most complex affair; an eighty-year-old man calling a child "Uncle" was not odd at all.
Wang Meng and his two companions didn't ask further, treating Dong Qi courteously.
After breakfast, Dong Qi whispered, "Master... Master, I have something I want to tell you."
Chu Hao, holding a magazine with a cover girl, thought, The bikini-clad beauty on the cover looks good. Yi Qinglian in a bikini would surely be quite striking.
"What is it?" Chu Hao asked.
